An excerpt of a conversation I had with a guy I just met...

Me: How old are you?
Him: 21, you?
Me: Guess.
Him: 19?
Me, feeling a little depressed: No, guess again.
Him: 21?
Me, feeling a little more depressed: Okay, I see where this is going. I'll save you time. I'm 26 in one week.
Him: That's soft.
Me: What?
Him: That means it's no worries.
Me: Oh, haha. You kids and your words.

...[awkward pause]

Him: It's just a slang.
Me: Haha, I'm playing. I think even if I was 21, I still wouldn't have got it.

I don't think he believed me. I wonder if that's the last I hear from 'Mr. Softie'...